Hello...

Hi. You can call me Justin. Some of my friends call me Dig.

I go by a few other names, too, most of which are pleasant.

I’m Just some dude on the internet.


I am a real boy — and I has real feelin’s. I’m not a bot or whatever the kids are calling them today.

I’m a middle-aged white guy from the States, married with grown children, retired, unemployable, or whatever term you prefer.

I do my own thing, which I call “playing with my crayons,” and I love puzzling over fantastical bits of know-how.

Think Ozzy meets The MadHatter plus Dave Mathews multiplied by Pink Floyd seasoned with Tom Hardy divided by Tool… only, less famous, thank gods —

I’ve had my 15 minutes, twice, once was alright, I suppose, the other, not so much.


I prefer to Wizard from behind the curtain, if you please.

The view from back here can’t be beaten, and, if we bump into one another at a Whole Foods or a Barnes & Noble or a coffee shop, you won’t find me tied down answering questions or scribbling my John Hancock on a napkin or a stack of books.

I prefer it that way, thank you very much.

I like people, I do — from a distance, and in short bursts.


However, that’s not the main reason I’m not out front with headshots and all that shit doing podcasts, plastered all over billboards and FB ads, though, and, while I’m no dancing monkey, I won’t sing for my dinner —

there’s a much more concise reason I’ve chosen to wear an avatar from which to present this version of the message.

Many of us reach a point where stripping the message from the messenger’s persona becomes very real and necessary.

This is that thing.

We’re all messengers.


Some of us get caught up in the hoopla of being the one with the message or some variation of it. Silly humans…

Fine, fine, well and good and all that, there’s a place for those of us who do that and who are that. Many of them are actually righteous and good —

many are not.

Still not the point, though.

The point is more precise than that.

The point is, and the task, as it were — to distill all the versions of the message you’ve gathered into a singular and cohesive understanding to which you give your own language. Thus, breaking all the rules.

That is the point.

That is the purpose of DIG.


To consider the message, devoid of the messenger.

To distill the various messages down to their fundamentals, to remove the methods and the modalities — to stand on what lies beneath the messenger’s ways, to under-stand.


Besides, I’m not a fan of having people worship at my feet or kiss my robe. Maybe you get that, maybe that seems weird to you too.

If so, cool. I created DIG for myself; you’re welcome to use it as a guide, or, more accurately, a set of guides, while you learn how to guide yourself and turn The Message into your own.

If this is useful to you, fantastic.

Cheers, Justin

Btw… do you like adventures?

Clickity click…

PS Hey Dude, if you landed here before reading any of the other pages, you may be missing some context… may I suggest thisthat, or another? Or, scroll back up & clickity click click… and off you’ll go on your own little adventure.

PPS Pardon me while I rearrange the Universe and make space for what comes next. Tatas for now. (Yes, I know.)